Everyday life in a rickety old French farmhouse with two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdogs.
A record of those little things too unimportant for a diary but too important to be forgotten.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

TWO glasses of wine.

The local newsagent has taken orders for 87 copies of Charlie Hebdo. Quite something for a little market town with a population of 306. 5 copies are delivered. 'The Font' gets one of them. The print run has been increased from 1 million to 5 million. More copies are expected but not enough to meet demand. Bob and Sophie try to make it clear, repeatedly, that one of the flock has gone missing. In the evening 'The Font' has two glasses of wine and a bar of chocolate. This wild behaviour tells you all you need to know about what sort of day it's been back at The Rickety Old Farmhouse.

Looking at the state of Bob's and Sophie's paws and faces in the second photo - we can guess! 'The Font' has shown commendable restraint by stopping after two glasses of wine and only one bar of chocolate!

Looks like the Font left Bob and Sophie to their own devices for the day....made me smile looking at them outside the door waiting (non) patiently to get back inside.Two glasses of wine and a bar of chocolate...what a day!!!As for the increased sales of Charlie Hebdo worldwide...that's what happens when you do bad things to others...it turns into something good.

i am a frech reader of your blog which i do enjoy and for which i thank you.a mistery nto me is why you name your wife the font. Is it because she is une fontaine de charmes, de vertus et de bonté ?bien à vouscv

About Me

2004, we sell the rain drenched farm in Scotland and move to the warmth of southern Europe. Two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers - Wilf and Digby - accompany us. Fluffy,patient and comical . Forever attracting laughter and new friends . After a year in Provence we moved to Italy to restore an ancient Roman watchtower . Somethings are meant not to be. Following a rather unpleasantly violent 'housejacking' ( the third in our little village ) we left Italy in late 2009 for new adventures in the rolling countryside of south west France . We are now getting to grips with a large rickety old farmhouse. Life after the violence of Italy has a gentler tempo. Digby passed on from piroplasmosis in May 2010. HIs brother, despite being diagnosed with cancer and having become blind ,soldiered on for another two years. We now embark on the next part of our journey with two new PON's - Bob and Sophie. This blog records all those little things about living with dogs that are too unimportant to make it into a diary but which make life, life.